The sandy beach and dancing Pacific coastline bordering
Tijuana and San Diego is home to an area known

as “Friendship Park.” During the '70s and '80s, Mexican and American
families would frequent the park, sharing picnics with their international neighbors, the sound of children laughing and playing on chain link swings harmonizing local Chicano musicians.

In a twist of Orwellian irony, Friendship Park is now flanked with two 15 foot tall steel column
fences. Strobe lights dance through the
night sky creating a constant and disorienting light over the city while three
cameras, one infrared, one panning, and one motion sensor activated, stand tall
above the former lighthouse. Drones
circle high overhead, searching for activity and testing the latest in US
military technology. Border patrol
agents guard this and the additional 2,100 miles of borderlands between the US
and Mexico. The fence extends hundreds
of yards into the Pacific and then continues below the sea reinforced by
cemented iron rail road ties pulled from old California railways laid half a
century ago--by Mexican American laborers.
The Mexican side of the fence is peppered with graffiti reminiscent of
West Berlin circa 1986: “This fence won’t save your economy;” “I was a stranger and you welcomed me;" and names of hundreds of migrants who died trying
to cross into the US.

The area between the fences in Friendship Park is locked
except for 5 hours each day on Saturday and Sunday when one gate is opened,
allowing US and Mexican residents to stand within inches of one another,
speaking through the steel mesh. Mamas
with their niñas sit on the concrete ground for hours, speaking to papas on the
other side. Abuelitas, speaking in a rapid clip and wide gestures
catch up with neitos, while the sea breeze blows through their chestnut hair and brazenly ignores the border as it slips through 1/8 inch openings in the
fence.

While nothing is permitted to pass through the border, the
Word of God seeps through by the power of the Holy Spirit. Each week, priests gather on either side of
the fence in Friendship Park. Though it
would take over two hours, an international border, and a visa to stand on the
other side of the fence, these men of God live Romans 8 “neither life nor death…nor
principalities, nor things present, nor things to come can separate us from the
love of God through Jesus Christ.”

With bread and cup in hand, they speak the WORD that
transcends all that separates the faithful.
“On the night in which he was betrayed…Nuestro Senor Jesus el pan y dio
gracias, broke it, and gave to all to eat, saying, es mi cuerpo que por
vosotros, do this in remembrance of me.”
Take and eat. Take and
drink. And they do.

Across the border, Bread becomes Body, Wine becomes Blood, the WORD becomes
flesh and dwells among all. And for a
moment, God’s children are ONE.